Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

"Husband, my skin is itchy again..." Jiang Yunying hadn't finished speaking when Lin Ping covered her mouth with his large hands.

Even the most skilled woman would be powerless in front of the man she loved. Apart from glaring angrily at Lin Ping, Jiang Yunying had no strength to resist.

If Lin Ping were bold enough, he could definitely succeed, since Jiang Yunying had already accepted him in her heart.

"Waaah..." Jiang Yunying shook her head weakly, her eyes constantly glancing towards the outside of the tent, as if to say: Uncle is listening outside, don't do anything rash.

Lin Ping nodded, knowing that Jiang Xiuwen was outside, but his thoughts were exactly the opposite of hers.

Jiang Yunying agreed to consummate the marriage, but only after Jiang Xiuwen left. Lin Ping, on the other hand, did not intend to consummate the marriage, but wanted Jiang Xiuwen to mistakenly believe that they were doing so, so as to avoid him saying anything inappropriate in broad daylight.

"Wife, don't make a sound, it won't be good if the brothers hear you." Lin Ping deliberately raised his voice, obviously speaking to Jiang Xiuwen outside the tent.

"Waaah..." Jiang Yunying struggled incessantly, forgetting that she knew martial arts, and couldn't utter a complete sentence.

The effect was even more real than a real fight. Jiang Xiuwen outside the tent chuckled, his laughter as lewd as could be.

As an elder, he also felt that this was wrong, and his old face immediately turned red. He covered his mouth and left excitedly, waiting for the surprise ten months later.

"Alright, Uncle has left." Lin Ping released his large hand from Jiang Yunying's mouth, feeling a sense of relief.

Lin Pingke was walking on a knife's edge; if he swayed left or right, he would fall. If he didn't control Jiang Yunying, he wouldn't be able to deceive Jiang Xiuwen; if he did control Jiang Yunying, he might be cleaved in two.

He was glad that Jiang Yunying had given him face; otherwise, if the private army knew that he was "henpecked," it would probably damage his image.

"Is it over?" Jiang Yunying asked doubtfully, but a hint of anticipation flickered in her heart. The flame that had been so hard to ignite couldn't be extinguished by a bucket of cold water.

As it turns out, what Lin Ping was holding was not a basin of cold water, but a vat!

"Otherwise what? What do you want?" Lin Ping said, pouting, as if Jiang Yunying was begging him.

"Very good, very good." Jiang Yunying kept taking deep breaths, afraid that she would lose control and chop Lin Ping up. The veins on her snow-white hands were bulging, her fingernails almost pierced her palms, and even her joints were cracking.

Although Lin Ping couldn't fathom Jiang Yunying's thoughts, her anger was written all over her face; otherwise, she wouldn't have clenched her fists. What could he do? He ran out in a panic.

"What incredible speed, Your Highness!" The private soldiers outside the tent exclaimed in amazement, utterly impressed. This efficiency could definitely break a Guinness World Record.

To give a very simple example, if Lin Ping goes to the toilet at the same time as someone else, while the other person is urinating, Lin Ping can do a lot of other things...

There's a saying that perfectly describes Lin Ping: "A flurry of actions as fierce as a tiger, then a glance at the timer and it's only two and a half seconds."

From then on, Lin Ping's reputation as a quick-draw expert would spread throughout the entire private army, and everyone would admire him wholeheartedly, showing no pity whatsoever. That's what a real man is!

"So that's how my husband fooled Granny Zhang." Jiang Yunying finally understood a fact, and her affection for him increased even more.

Jiang Yunying didn't care whether Lin Ping consummated his marriage with other women before, but now she does. After all, once she has feelings of love, she wants to possess him, or even have him exclusively. She wishes she could carve the words "Jiang Yunying's Exclusive" on Lin Ping's forehead.

Now that she knows nothing happened between Lin Ping and Xiao Hui, she feels a secret joy, but also a sense of self-reproach.

Lin Ping is an upright man who should have a normal life, but he has repeatedly delayed it because of himself.

Jiang Yunying felt like she was occupying a toilet without using it.

That night, Lin Ping found another captain and had a different feeling. In short, men are pretty good.

When Lin Ping woke up the next day, the sun was already high in the sky. His private army began their training symbolically, still using the old methods, determined not to let the enemy learn their essence.

After stretching, Lin Ping groggily crawled out of the tent, feeling only aches and pains in his back, which suggested that the captain was a restless sleeper.

The two sides remained at peace for the entire day. The gates of Yancheng were opened once, and the two scouts watched from the side for about fifteen minutes before slinking away, perhaps fearing that Lin Ping would take their lives.

Besides the two city lords, other forces arrived one after another. For example, the imperial court sent envoys, but they were only there to get firsthand information. After all, this was not only a struggle between the two city lords, but also affected the overall situation of the Wu Kingdom.

The Prefect of Shancheng entered the city stroking his beard, clearly indicating a good personal relationship with the City Lord of Shancheng, unlike the City Lord of Jiangcheng, who had to constantly guard against the Prefect of Jiangcheng stabbing him in the back.

Several major financial groups arrived as scheduled. In addition to Jinmanlou, there were also Wanda Money House and Bafang Money House. They would not miss out on the lucrative opportunity of becoming the city lord, since the winner would have to immediately provide 500,000 taels of silver as military pay for the guards, which would likely depend on the major financial groups.

Of the three major money houses in the Daye Dynasty, Jinmanlou was the weakest, and it was only doing well in the Wu Kingdom. Wanda Money House and Bafang Money House focused their main efforts on the entire Daye Dynasty, and this time they were just joining in the fun.

After all, the three major money houses had reached a tacit understanding that they would not infringe on each other's interests.

After greeting Lin Ping, Tian Duoduo immediately joined the ranks of the headquarters, bowing and scraping to one of them, her expression somewhat unpleasant.

"Could it be that the head of Jinmanlou has also come?" Lin Ping was a little puzzled, but he didn't want to think too much about it. Anyway, Tian Duoduo knew his abilities and probably wouldn't dare to play any tricks.

As dusk fell, Lin Ping lit a campfire, on which a plump leg of lamb was roasting. The aroma filled the air above Yancheng, making the private soldiers of the mountain city government drool.

With only one day left until the competition, Lin Ping had to keep his private army relaxed so that he wouldn't be afraid of the Mountain City Lord making any underhanded moves.

For three consecutive days, the Lotus Palace disciples did not reappear, perhaps fearing that Lin Ping would set another trap for them, after all, the strength of the three thousand private soldiers should not be underestimated.

Lin Ping slept soundly for several nights in a row, but without Jiang Yunying's company, he felt somewhat unhappy.

After a few days of rest, the appointed time for the competition finally arrived. The gates of Yancheng were wide open, and three thousand private soldiers came out in full force, clearly intending to besiege the private army of Jiangcheng Prefecture.

"Oh no, the enemy is trying to outflank us!" Seeing the private army of Shancheng Prefecture openly flanking from both sides, Jiang Xiuwen stamped his feet anxiously, but did not rush to give orders before Lin Ping.

"Uncle, don't be impatient. The real show has just begun. How can we not give the enemy a taste of success? It wouldn't be good if they were scared away," Lin Ping said nonchalantly, stretching.

"This nephew-in-law is good, but he always says things in half-finished, which makes people itch with curiosity," Jiang Xiuwen muttered to himself, completely unable to fathom Lin Ping's thoughts.